A/N Inspired, in a way, by The Notebook.
She stares into the blue of his eyes. The emotions she sees in them are what she wants to remember most about this moment. She knows that once he is no longer inside of her, she will begin to doubt her decision. (Their decision.)
She wonders if he told her that he loved her that would make her worry less. If before the clothes came off, he made a declaration of adoration and stated what everyone else believed to be obvious, that would assuage her troublesome thoughts.
They come together (she always knew they would) and as he spoons against her, she wonders what they'll say next. If he'll be here in the morning. It's never bothered her before, but this is Elliot. Her partnerbestfriendsoulmate – her everything.
But as he settles in with his arm draped over her waist, she thinks of how she trusts him with her life. Why not her heart? She is his Liv, and she knows that even if this ends badly, at least she'll know happiness for one night.
She half-awakes, rolls over, and freezes. (OhnoElliotisgonehemustregretthis.) Then she hears it. The horrible, off key rendition of a classic rock song she knows he loves. Music to her ears. He's still here.
She finds him in her kitchen flipping pancakes. Chocolate chip with cinnamon, her favorite. As he holds out a mug of coffee prepared just the way she likes it, (because that tea-drinking binge was never going to last) her eyes well up.
"Hey Liv." That's all it takes for her first sob to escape. She knows this is everything she's ever wanted, but now that the moment is here she isn't sure she deserves it. As much as she thought she didn't need those three words, she realizes she can't breathe again until she knows.
"C'mere. Ssshh, Liv." He's so understanding, so wonderfully Elliot and it only serves to make her sob harder.
She stares into his eyes, and wants desperately tell him how she feels. He seems to read her mind, but really, she's come to expect that.
"I love you too, sweetheart."
As she stares once again into the blue of his eyes, she feels it. She exhales, letting go of a breath she's been holding in her whole life. And as he wraps her up in his strong arms, she knows that everything is going to be okay. Finally.
Years later, after all the fights and make-ups, after the wedding and the birth of their daughter, and after the diagnosis that preceded his memory loss, she finds herself lost in his distant gaze. She thinks of the blue of his eyes in those perfect moments. He may not remember much, but she carries enough memories for the both of them.
"I love you, Elliot." She kisses him softly, and he looks up at her, trusting.
In a rare moment of clarity, he says, "I love you too, sweetheart."
A/N This is my first attempt at writing here, and I barely have the nerve to post this. So, be gentle!